This is a song about "Indian hill boys"

Simply out of this world by choice

I think she's probably done with boys

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

I'm a climber, my wish the hill

Ill fuckin eat ya live, u an indian, im the cupboard

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

Nobody ain't own us yet

Watch your body turn indian red,

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

I wanna be just like em, rebel but im indian